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ANNA    SCHENCK

Oddly enough, the girl drowned in a pond breaking through the ice in mid-July. You know, the one in the forest, where the fish drag you under.

The wee boy at the petrol station, the one with the matches, set himself on fire yesterday. Lacking water, they tried to put him out with gasoline.

I saw a werewolf drinking pena-colada at a pub in London, England. He has just ripped an old lady's throat out. His hair was perfect.

On my long arduous journeys through the Highlands I saw a Canongate Chronicles recting rock, a castle inhabited by whistling fairies and a monster in Loch Dochfour.

Down where the Tweed hits the shores of the northern sea they put up signs warning against falling for the mermaids and Selkies - listen to them!

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